Twilight Boundary-Chapter 669 - 660 Walking Ghost Overcomes Negative Spirit

Neither Mr. Longjing on the Divine Descent Platform, Hu Ma, nor Third Master Zhang could have anticipated that the black-robed evil spirit arriving later would possess such immense power.

As the endless banners around him suddenly flew skyward, his wide sleeves swept through the air, instantly setting up the altar. The yin winds howled fiercely, all under the command of this Ghost Walker's decree.

The Ghost Walker's skill lay in setting up the altar.

Once the altar was established, he claimed the land as his dominion, directing ghosts and divine soldiers from all directions.

Initially, he set up the altar on the stone platform, leveraging its power.

Now, he established the altar within the City of the Dead, thereby claiming dominion there.

Who could say for certain how long it had been since an altar was set up within the City of the Dead? After all, over the past twenty years, the Ghost Walker Path had declined, and even fewer people dared to venture onto the Bridge. Even the Zhensui Mansion, the Hu Family's strongest backing, only served to guard the Heavy Weapon of Yin and Yang.

"So it was you after all..."

Strangely, even Hu Ma, who was so familiar with him, was surprised, whereas Eldest Master Meng seemed utterly unfazed.

At this moment, his eyes seemed ready to split from their sockets as he saw the innumerable banners with dark, intimidating shadows emerging one by one from behind them, creeping silently out of the banners.

Every massive shadow was laden with an indescribable weight, granting the banners an unimaginable Great Power, as heavy as mountains.

These shadows crawling onto the banners were the resentful ghosts of the City of the Dead.

The depth and vastness of the City of the Dead were beyond the comprehension of the Ten Surnames, immeasurable. Even someone as skilled as Mr. Longjing could only awaken the resentful ghosts and employ their resentment to wield nightmare magic, not directly harness their power.

After all, there remained a fundamental difference between the Gates of Haishou and the Ghost Walking Sect.

If there existed an Evil Land where evil spirits thrived, Haishou practitioners could use the land to haunt people, while Ghost Walkers could directly control ghosts and divine beings.

Summoning ghosts and binding spirits from the world above required careful negotiation; without established connections or sufficient offerings, attempts usually ended in failure.

Yet the century-old Old Ghosts, millennium-old resentful souls, even remnants from the City of the Dead's depths, had been dormant for too long. Awakened, burdened by limitless discontent and anger, they now followed the banners, crawling upwards.

"Eh?"

Admittedly, at this moment, Er Guotou himself was somewhat bewildered.

If any other Ghost Walker had set up the altar, even Hu Ma using the altar-setting method from the Age Suppressing Book, his altar would have already crumbled under the weight of so many summoned Evil Ghosts. The great ghosts of the City of the Dead were too heavy; they could crush any altar.

But fortuitously, Er Guotou had the assistance of the Yin Yang Two Sceneries Plate to distribute the weight, pressing it down upon the City of the Dead itself.

Secondly... his Lifebound Spirit Temple was simply too robust.

"Yin and Yang, distinct as dawn! Soldiers of all directions, heed my command! Go!"

Facing the yin soldiers and Ghost Generals rolling towards him like a flood, Er Guotou, with no time to ponder, felt Purple Qi steaming from his eyes, mouth, and nose. The next moment, gritting his teeth, he performed the Gang Step, clutching the ghost-expelling order, and pointed forcefully forward.

WHOOSH! The next moment, the banners around him soared to meet the onrushing Meng family house slaves and the yin soldiers and Ghost Generals.

An unexpected scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.

The ancient and weighty resentful ghosts of the City of the Dead climbed the banners, their innumerable bloodthirsty mouths suddenly gaping open.

The Meng family's swarming yin soldiers and Ghost Generals, usually fierce and domineering enough to sweep through this City of the Dead, were now akin to a school of fish confronting a great shark—they shattered upon contact.

As the massive yin qi collided, the Meng family's yin soldiers and Ghost Generals instantly fragmented.

An indescribable number of yin soldiers were devoured, their vast ghost formation was dispersed, and command flags and gongs were all crushed effortlessly.

"Who on earth is he?"

Above, Third Master Zhang clutched the wooden boat, looking down in horror.

Yet in the next moment, the ancient resentful ghosts, emerging from the altar below, soared upward, guided by Er Guotou's banners. Their raging resentment immediately enveloped the onlookers, and ceremony tents and wooden boats—belonging not only to the Zhang family but also to the Meng family—were torn apart.

Eldest Master Meng, his own wooden boat overturned beneath his feet and the little ghosts serving him fleeing and wailing, was incensed and desperate.

His thirty thousand yin soldiers had crumbled before the Hu Family member, making him feel as if the Hu Family's momentum had utterly overwhelmed the Mengs'. In a surge of rage, he waved his sleeve, shaking off the resentful ghost before him.

Then, he leaped out, his silhouette shifting, rolling murderous intent rising from his sleeve as he directed a palm strike at the altar below.

Banners flew up from the altar, and shadows swarmed towards him from all sides.

But at this point, he had no time to care; his murderous intent repelled them. With one palm, he aimed to tear down the altar.

Ordinarily, one wielding a Negative Spirit would reserve strength, ensuring their burden wasn't hindered. This was especially true for Eldest Master Meng, who was currently carrying the family ancestor; he wouldn't dare act recklessly.

But this time, Eldest Master Meng, in his fury, did something unprecedented: he completely forgot about the ancestor on his back, prioritizing only the capture of the fellow below.

Holy shit, is the Meng family head's skill that formidable?

Facing Eldest Master Meng, Er Guotou, too, was alarmed, instinctively inclined to abandon the altar and flee. He was even ready to return the Purple Tai Sui he had already stored away...

But he immediately realized escape was futile. Eldest Master Meng's strike overwhelmed even the fiercest resentful ghosts of the City of the Dead. Once locked on by him in this underworld, there was no escaping, no hiding...

Disregarding regret and chastising himself for his greed and for underestimating the Tongyin Meng family's capabilities, Er Guotou could only brace himself at that moment. In an instant, he took seven steps, tracing the North Dipper Seven Stars pattern within the altar.

Purple Qi steamed from every footprint. The next moment, standing firm within the altar, his expression cold, eyes narrowed, he roared to bolster his own courage before raising his hand.

Power surged from the altar as countless iron chains emerged from all directions of the underworld, wrapping around him.

This was the skill he borrowed from the Bridge.

With his Mana channeling it, all of it reinforcing this strike, he solidly clashed palms with Eldest Master Meng.

This wasn't even the power of the Yin Yang Two Sceneries Plate, but his own strength, engaging in a direct exchange of blows.

Naturally, he did gain a 'tiny' bit of an advantage in terms of timing and location.

BOOM!

Er Guotou had gained that 'slight' advantage, while Eldest Master Meng, on the other hand, was using eight or nine-tenths of his strength to carry his ancestor, resist the invading resentful ghosts from the countless banners, and had even charged deep into enemy territory—a major taboo when fighting someone of a different Path—by directly assaulting the Ghost Walker's Magic Altar. It was under these conditions that he squarely faced Er Guotou within the Magic Altar.

Thus, he was flung out.

Amidst the howling yin wind, the Magic Altar around Er Guotou shattered instantly. The flying banners beside him fragmented, floating down. Er Guotou's face turned purple, his ears ringing with the creaking, twisting sound of his Lifebound Spirit Temple.

But he, at least, remained standing, while Eldest Master Meng was suddenly sent flying.

In that instant, his form became translucent. He shattered the wooden boat he collided with on impact, crushing countless little ghosts in the process.

"This..."

A brief, deathly silence fell over the City of the Dead.

Those present—Hu Ma, Third Master Zhang, Mr. Longjing, and the attending little ghosts—all witnessed this shocking scene.

Further out, the commotion within the City of the Dead had grown too significant, and with no word from inside for some time, those guarding outside—Zhao Sanyi of the Divine Hand Zhao Family and Chen Abao of the Black Magic Chen Family—finally lost patience. Summoning their courage, they ventured into the City of the Dead.

After much struggle, they had only wanted to sneak a peek and understand the situation, but they unexpectedly arrived just in time to witness the clash between Eldest Master Meng and Er Guotou.

And they saw the figure that sent Eldest Master Meng flying.

Holy shit?

The two felt the yin wind, sharp as blades, cut their faces, and their expressions became a mixture of utter shock and fascination.

They exchanged a glance and simultaneously, quietly pulled their heads back. Cut ties! they both thought. They made the decision on the spot: they absolutely had to sever all connections immediately! This was a major disaster! They absolutely could not let anyone know that the Zhao and Chen families were involved.

"Damn it," one muttered to the other, "Eldest Master Meng got thrashed by the Hu Family's young master..."

...

Holy shit, Brother Er Guotou... he...

On the stone platform, Hu Ma trembled and stammered, "Wait, isn't this a bit unreasonable?"

True, having been involved from start to finish and knowing the inside story, he understood that Eldest Master Meng's current capabilities were likely limited. But so what? He still got thrashed!

"The power of those evil spirits... it's already grown to the point where they can..."

At this moment, Third Master Zhang looked utterly defeated, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, he finally stopped doubting the Meng family's intentions. This wasn't an attempt to take advantage and weaken Noble Zhang's resources. Damn it, they were clearly just no match for them...

So, it seems that although they are somewhat cautious, their abilities are genuine...

Amidst the chaos, on the Divine Descent Platform, Mr. Longjing's surprised expression slowly faded, replaced by a hint of relief in his eyes. It seems I truly don't need to worry anymore. If Tieguanyin were to remain here, he wouldn't have to endure such hardship... If that's the case...

With a light sigh, he slowly began to move, walking through the Ten Gates of Haishou, his gathered momentum gradually approaching perfection.

He slowly raised his head, cupping his hands high. "Twenty years of bitter guard in hell, a torrent of resentment to break the Dragon Cave! The sixth arrow is released! Noble Zhang, it is time for your house to fall!"